Friday, 8 April 2011

I can't digest anything-other than insults. :-/

This blog, I realize, is dying a slow and gradual death. Which is interesting. Let us see where it is at the end of this year.

"French Omelette" ist vier Jahre alt.
Und ich lerne Deutsch!

Mein Gott!

I'm so tired, I don't know what I am going to do! Nobody even reads my blog anymore. That's prolly because I have nothing to say. And I don't have any friends left. I'm friendless and sad and stupid and ghyanghyane and weird, and I won't get funding to do the DPhil because nobody loves me :(


Elendil said...

Nobody loves anybody. It's all lies.

Arse Poetica. said...

You are very reassuring. I, of course, love thee in my fashion. (But Prayag, I wonder why.)

Strawberry Amma said...

Our first and only love is self-love. And since we live in a society (as social animals), it's important we love ourselves even more so as to not cause discomfort to others.

That's how the world can be treated in a fair manner.

Anonymous said...

~*Hugs*~... have you tried Multiply?There I seem to find it easier to actually meet new people, and join groups with out dealing with the childishness of FaceBook or MySpace that seems to be taken over by teenagers... hahaha

I recently came back here, and created a blog, because of an old friend who is here... I'm hoping she goes to Multiply? Since we'd met on Yahoo360 before that was shut down for the icky version that is now "profiles" or whatever

Torsa said...

Even my blog was dying for a while and now with my new settings, it's impending death is even more certain. I loved my blog once *sigh*.

Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...
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Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...

Ahona,isn't it a misnomer to call these pages a blog? Aren't these your a part of your life? Would you stop living it if you don't have anyone to share it with? Would you stop laughing with it if you don't have someone to talk about it on a rainy evening, with a cuppa in your hand?

Tor lekha pore Srijato-r kobitar duto line mone pore gelo -

Haather muthoy bondi
coffee-r ekla cup / Depression-er Bangla jani. Mon kharap

Enjoy this solitude, eta sobar jibone ashena. Ashleo thakena.

Jack Mariano said...

Que isso pessoa"
Sorri pra viida!